We serve whiskey, vodka, beer. Alcohol. Stuff to get drunk off of."I stood up, and smiled. "It doesn't really sound like my sort of place, I'm sorry."...Shame." Grunted the bartender. "There's a place a few blocks from here that serves-" It got shut down." I said. "Raccoon bit the health inspector." Ah." He didn't say anymore, just turned and began to wipe a glass. I turned around, but before I could take a step towards the door, a small, leathery hand gripped my elbow."You could always buy me a. “You’re such a tool.” She lightly whacked me on the head with her hand. “I have a tool. It’s quite big.” “Pffft. It’s not nearly as big as you like to think.” “Really?” I grinned at her, “Because just a little while ago I heard someone telling Jesus otherwise.” I leaned down and kissed her breasts, darting my tongue out at her still-hard nipples. “I really hate you sometimes,” she said, her breathing starting to quicken again. “Then it’s a good thing we’re breaking up,” I allowed, and my tongue. Stuff this coffee I want a beer, tell you what, theres some chicken pieces in sauce in the fridge ready to go put them in the oven and they should be done by the time I get back from the bottle shop and the chemist. How long do think you will be, I may have a sleep on the couch. Stuff the couch believe me Ive slept on it a few nights after telling Bev I was too tired to screw her and ended up her in the bad books. What the hell, how could you NOT fuck her, mate when you have to fuck someone. Lorrie and Vicky were sitting on the floor facing each other, watching the other, while their hands were busy with their own breasts and pussy.Marcy was between my legs giving the toy a thorough inspection. Then she was licking Jenny's cum from it and from me. My clit was so sensitive that her tongue felt like coarse sandpaper. Each time her tongue went across my clit I would involuntarily jump.I pulled her to me to get her away from my clit. She kissed my breasts, and then sucked on my.